it really wasn't my fault i missed the connection in atlanta; my flight didn't land before the connection took off. stupid tarmacs and waiting in line.
actually, i was surprised that i caught my flight out of hartford. the highway was closed. the shuttle driver was stuck a few towns south of where she was to pick up my stop. and didn't know the area. however, she found another shuttle driver
(same company) who led her off the highway and onto back roads. then, there was no one at the other stops, so she went directly to bradley - the hour and twenty minute drive took all of forty minutes <3 i even had time to grab a muffin at the airport.
which, of course, was the only food i had until i got to LA. i was rerouted on a different airline through dallas (with no time to call allen!) and the pay-to-eat on the third and final leg of the flight was $4 including sausage sticks. (and i hadn't had a cigarette in 13 hours... if i'd had the $2200 for the fine, i would have considered lighting up in the john. one more flight and, i SWEAR...) whatever happened to pretzels?
anyway, monica, my saviour, was at the airport (where my luggage arrived!) with a lighter, cheese and crackers, bottled water, AND sliced apple. i arrived, albeit five (?) hours late. we had time for a quick stop at the goodwill (mmm books but too heavy to carry), manicure and eyebrow wax, and then pizza and a chick flick.
i should go be a good guest now; we're starting our work on the lady's dissertation before we go to superbowl parties. both the tank tops i packed look horrid; they are sticking to the extra skin around my belly. maybe, if i finish my work by tomorrow, i'll walk back over to the goodwill and look for mancut shirts. my big thing right now is: do i move to california (mmm) or do i take the budgeted money and spend it on plastic surgery? i'd considered this morning taking a naked pic in the mirror and emailing it to loother, but why make the poor child go blind? ugh, how did the name of something as lovely as rolls (carbolicious) become synonymous with icky flesh?

oh well, time to be social. i'm here, i'm alive, and my cellie is on if you need me.